The Undesired

The crop was almost ripen, The birds were stealing grains from the field, Wife of the farmer, Was busy in removing the undesired plantations, The lady said, ”Hush! Go back you birds, ” I don’t need you. Then she collected the bunch of grass, Came back home, Gave the bunch to the cattle, Suddenly the hot winds turned cold and exciting, The farmer hasn’t come yet, The lady started singing, Come to me, Oh You! The beautiful birds, Sing with me, My beloved hasn’t come yet, Keep me romantic, Until he comes and hugs me, And pleases me with hot warm kisses.